Martyr's Hill

I hope that crown of thorns ain't hurtin'.
I hope you're feet ain't cut too bad.
You never should've had to bear this burden!
This ain't the life you should have had!
But there's a light that's always been burnin'!
There's still hope, so there's a chance!
That we will live to see the tables turnin'!
That we will reclaim our stolen paths!

Till then we'll gather, in our millions!
At the foot of Martyr's Hill!
And they can pierce us with daggers, nails or bullets!
But our dreams, they'll never kill!

How many choked on the barrel of a shotgun!
How many leapt from the windowsill?
How many have preferred sweet oblivion?
To the fate caused by a small white pill?
What kind of songs could have been written?
How much blood never had to spill?
How many voices have been rendered silent?
How many carry on the on the wailing wind still?

So every one of us waves our lighters!
For the folks on Martyr's Hill!
They put on a good show, for cadavers!
Singing songs that can't be killed!

I know that soul is plagued by regrets!
I know those eyes are full of tears!
Through the endless pain, never forget!
There must be somewhere better than here!
And who do you think will get to see it?
Those who've suffered or those who preyed on fear?
So let's carry on, the way ain't secret!
Greater warriors have tread it clear!

So let's salute them up on their crosses!
At the peak of Martyr's Hill!
And if their hands weren't nailed, they'd all be clappin'!
In us the revolution lives on still!
And ten million plus come and join them!
At the concert on Martyr's Hill!
Come with me girl, let's hear them rockin'!
Let's dance to songs that can't be killed!

(Sung like John Lennon)

Come and gather in your millions!
At the foot of Martyr's Hill
And they can pierce you with daggers, nails or bullets!
But your dreams will never be killed!
If you'd kindly, wave your lighters!
For us folks on Martyr's Hill!
We put on a good show for cadavers!
Singing songs that can't be killed!
Please don't salute us, on our crosses!
At the peak of, Martyr's Hill!
For if our hands weren't nailed, we'd all be clappin'!
In you the revolution lives on, still!
There's billions here, now come and join us!
At the concert on Martyr's Hill!
So bring your girl and hear us rockin'!
Come dance to songs that can't be killed!